Maybe it was because he was shocked by the cold air outside just now, Wan Feng suddenly felt shivering and cold.
This is the prelude to a cold.
Wan Feng lay on the kang with his clothes on and pulled the quilt over his body.
Colds and fevers are familiar to everyone. Some people take medicine when they have a cold and fever, some get injections, but Wan Feng just sleeps when he has a cold and fever.
He would sleep on a hot kang with a big quilt, sweat all night, and feel refreshed the next day. This was the method he used almost all the time when he was sick. It always worked and never lasted more than one night.
Around ten o'clock, the people who were making trouble in the bridal chamber finally started to leave, and the house finally became quiet.
Wan Feng took off his shoes and got on the kang, wrapped himself and his head tightly with the quilt and fell into a drowsy state, half asleep and half awake.
In the morning, Wan Feng did not get up early as usual.
This was the first time he stayed in bed in more than eight months at his grandmother's house.
Wan Feng, who did not get up early as usual, attracted the attention of his grandmother. She reached out and touched Wan Feng's head, then turned around and made a bowl of mung bean and ginger soup for Wan Feng to drink.
Naturally, he couldn't go to school because he had a fever, so Wan Feng just lay on the kang and continued to sleep.
Around eight o'clock, a group of female soldiers rushed into Grandma Wanfeng's house.
A pair of gentle hands fell on Wan Feng's forehead.
When Wan Feng opened his eyes, he saw Luan Feng's caring eyes. Behind her, Hua'er and Jiang Min stood on both sides like two protectors.
"You are here." Wan Feng's words were weak.
"Have you taken the medicine?"
Wan Feng shook his head.
Luan Feng seemed anxious: "Why don't you take the medicine?"
"Grandma made me some ginger soup and I feel much better now. I think I'll be fine in two hours."
"You're kidding me, you're still burning and it will be fine in a while." As she spoke, Luan Feng pressed her face against Wan Feng's forehead again.
The pure flower was moved: "Look at Feng'er, she's like a gentle young wife, as if she's in love and wants someone to love her."
Wan Feng chuckled and wondered how that boy could be so unlucky to be loved by Huaer.
This smile made him feel as if half of his illness had gone away. He sat up and put on his clothes.
Luan Feng reached out and pulled Wan Feng so that he could continue lying down.
"I'm fine, really fine. I went for a walk outside and I'm full of life again."
He put on his clothes without saying anything.
Luan Feng took a cotton-padded jacket from Jiang Min: "I made a cotton-padded jacket for you, wear this."
Wan Feng was puzzled. "Ah, you've already made a cotton-padded jacket while I'm catching a cold, haven't you? That's too fast."
"I made it a few days ago, but it wasn't done properly. This morning your aunt went to work and said you had a fever, so I hurried to finish it."
After the brick and tile factory stopped operating, many young girls and wives in Wahou began to concentrate on doing Luan Feng's work. Experienced workers like Zhu Yan were directly assigned a sewing machine, where they could cut and sew their own clothes, earning 40 cents for a piece of clothing and 30 cents for a pair of pants.
This is how Luan Feng learned that Wan Feng was ill.
Wan Feng looked at the cotton-padded jacket Luan Feng had made. "Gosh, how much cotton did this money-spending woman use? Wouldn't she look like a penguin if she put it on?"
"Shouldn't we make some cotton-padded jackets for winter? If we can't get down, how about making ski jackets?"
"Down jacket? Ski jacket?" What a novel name, it sounds very high-end.
Wan Feng put on his shoes and went down to the field: "Let's go to your house and design a ski jacket."
Luan Feng insisted that Wan Feng wear the new cotton-padded jacket she made and also put a cotton hat on Wan Feng.
The plan to pretend to be a penguin completely failed, and a bear appeared in the mirror!
Mr. Bear and the three women staggered to Luan Feng's house and walked into the workshop.
There are now ten sewing machines in Luan Feng's workshop, and eight female workers are sewing clothes on the machines. This is a style of jacket, and Xin Li wants 100 of this style of jacket, and the delivery must be within three days.
Although the climate in Xiazili is not as warm as spring, it is pleasant and you don't feel cold at all. There are frost flowers on the glass due to the difference in temperature between inside and outside, but they are slowly melting.
The only pity is that this place is close to the mountain in the east and cannot receive sunlight in the morning. It can only rely on a few 100-watt light bulbs in the house for lighting.
The women workers were dressed very lightly, not at all like it was winter.
After Jiang Min came back, she went to her sewing machine to make a suit, while Huaer sat on a chair bored.
"Your place is more interesting. I want to come and work here too."
Hua'er was deeply moved by the simplicity and positive atmosphere of the villagers here, especially when she learned that the seamstresses here could earn no less than hers if they worked diligently for a month. She was also envious of Jiang Min, who had the highest income here, with a monthly income of more than 60 yuan, which was almost as much as her two months' salary.
"You can go back and see if you have any unpaid leave. If so, you can apply for one and come over." Wan Feng gave Huaer an idea, and clapped his head as soon as he came up with it.
Unpaid leave only appeared after the then Ministry of Labor and Personnel and the State Economic Commission jointly issued the "Notice on the Issue of Enterprise Employees Requesting for 'Unpaid Leave'" in June 1983. It was only 1981, and there were still a few years left. How could unpaid leave have come about?
Wan Feng looked at Hua'er sympathetically: "Unless you are fired from your factory, there is no hope for you to come here."
Wan Feng found some paper and pen and went to Luan Feng's room, lying on the kang to prepare to draw. Before he could start writing, he saw Luan Jianshe coming.
Luan Jianshe first walked around the workshop and then went into the house.
As soon as he saw Wan Feng, he took out a handful of money from his pocket.
Before Wan Feng could go find Luan Jianshe, this guy actually came to give him money.
"I've been so busy these days that I haven't seen your money, so you've been keeping it with me. I've sold a total of 193 hand-cranked threshers in these four markets. This is the money for you."
Wow, we sold over 190 in three markets. This business is booming.
"Forget about the three dollars." Wan Feng received the full 190 yuan and did not ask for the change of the three dollars.
After counting the money and putting it in his pocket, Wan Feng asked, "Is my sister-in-law very upset that you gave so much money to someone else out of thin air?"
Luan Jianshe was a little embarrassed: "How can there be such a problem? It's your guidance that allows us to make a little money. She is so happy that she can't contain herself."
"This is not a small amount of money. It can bring you thousands of dollars in a year. You two should stop telling people about it. My uncle and aunt haven't made any money yet. If they knew, they would have a problem with me."
Wan Feng just said that. Even if he asked his uncle to do it, he had to be able to do it.
"We two know about this, and we promise not to tell anyone. Brother-in-law, I have to go back to work even if you're busy."
Luan Jianshe left in a hurry.
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